I just ended a semester long study of Andy Warhol. I’m almost more confused by the man now than I was entering the class. He was not just a man that did soup cans or Marilyns, he conquered the art world through screenprint, paint, film, photography, music, etc. Some say he ruined art, some think he’s a god. I still don’t know what to make of him myself. Some days I think he’s genius, other days I compare him to Kevin from The Office. Genius used to be only given to a person’s art work, not the person. I guess it shouldn’t matter if he truly was brilliant or not. I like his work. Even if I hated a particular film or print, I still found myself researching and constantly talking about it. Andy always had a way of making people talk… even still.